I see you now - not reaching, not rushing,but simply looking. You have become the Observer.Not the choreographer of moments,but the one who standsinside the unfolding canvasand finally says:This is where I was meant to be. The world was not what it is nowuntil your seeing arrived in it.Until your eyes met this corner of … Continue reading To the One Who Has Begun to See →

You were busy, weren’t you?But not frantically so.The kind of busy that hums with grace,that knows exactlywho it’s making space for. The floor swept.The beds readied.The plans pressed onto the board,like weekday prayers.The fridge filled - not just with food,but with the quiet weight of care. This is the work of the hidden saints,those who … Continue reading To the One Who Prepares the Table →

You sensed it, didn’t you?Not a hunger for more,but a hush.A knowing.Something - or someone - is coming. It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t grand.Just the dust on the framecatching morning light.The spoon not quite clean.The silence after your wordsdidn’t land quite right. And instead of turning away,you stayed.You didn’t scold the moment.You noticed.And in noticing,you began … Continue reading To the One Who Feels the Air Shift →